Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 187 The World Has Mermaid Language (31)

The gathering was originally intended to appease people, but unexpectedly, this disruption has caused even greater unrest.

Several elders were very dissatisfied and came to ask Nangong Chuzhi for tea.

During their tea time, they naturally discussed Ai Wan's future.

The elders' idea was to expel Ai Wan first, and bring her back if nothing really happened.

Nangong Chuzhi was naturally unwilling, so the group... started fighting.

Then Nangong Chuzhi was defeated in no time.

In fact, based on his previous true strength, he might have been able to hold on for a while longer, but ever since he became the "flower of the Eastern Depot," his strength has been declining day by day.

And then it dropped to what it is now.

Nangong Chuzhi knelt on the ground, his face pale, with large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

The elders were astonished and looked at their own palms. Had their martial arts improved so much? How come their patriarch couldn't even last three moves against them?
An elder who was knowledgeable in medicine quickly stepped forward, took his left hand, and after a while, the elder's face turned ashen, like coal dust in an alchemy furnace.

How could he have almost completely lost his internal energy?

Fifteen minutes later, Shen Yun, who was waiting at the door, saw Nangong Chuzhi and Ai Wan being thrown out together.

Both of them were unconscious. Shen Yun pinched his arm, tears welling up in his eyes, and walked forward. While crying for the head of the family and the madam, he picked them up, one on each side, and quickly ran away into the distance.

They ran wildly to a desolate wilderness and tied the two of them to a tree that was as thick as a person's embrace.

Then everyone drank several bottles of muscle-relaxing powder.

The trick doesn't have to be sneaky, as long as it works.

To prevent the heavens from interfering, Shen Yun hung several iron balls on the creaking roof directly above the two of them.

If the tree falls, it's guaranteed to be smashed into mincemeat.

They even had the dog guard the place, and if the two showed any signs of waking up, they would force-feed them the medicine.

Hooligans are not terrible, just because they are educated.

After seeing all this, 2345 looked at its little paws and rubbed them together, eager to try.

In the dead of night, Shen Yun first removed the plaque with the words "Nangong" on it, stepped on it on the ground, and then took down one of the main gates.

The refugees responded and rushed forward.

Under normal circumstances, two or three disciples could easily drive these refugees away.

However, Shen Yun had put a lot of muscle-relaxing powder in the water tank they were using.

2345 is very suspicious that these people might suffer from long-term effects after buying a box of jewels to treat muscle weakness.

Several elders with profound inner strength sensed something was wrong and helped each other over. However, due to the effects of the muscle-softening powder, they all looked like they were having an epileptic seizure.

Shen Yun thought for a moment, then, panting heavily, jogged over to the elders and said breathlessly, "Elders, let me arrange for you to escape through the back door. There are too many refugees, and for some reason, they are unable to resist."

Seeing that the group hesitated, she added, "As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. You should all go now."

The elders acted decisively, helping each other walk toward the back door.

Shen Yun pretended to fight the refugees behind them.

If these elders had just glanced back, they would have known that the guard was definitely a fake. The leader of the refugees, named Xu Xian, was quite handsome, and 2345 had always suspected that the host was helping him for his face.

He was originally a disciple of an elder in the Nangong family, and held a noble status.

Everything was perfect. He had a younger sister who came to visit him from outside and caught the eye of Nangong Chuqi.

At that time, Ai Wan had not yet appeared. As the head of the family, Nangong Chuqi naturally could not wrong himself. He finally found someone who suited his taste, so he had her tied up and sent to his room.

Xu Xian only knew that someone sent him a message the next day saying that his sister had committed suicide.

How could that be? Her parents were just discussing finding her a good marriage not long ago. She couldn't possibly have committed suicide.

During the investigation, he suspected that someone was obstructing him until a guard who was on good terms with him told him how his poor sister had died.

He was tortured to death, wrapped in a tattered straw mat, and thrown off a cliff.

When Nangong Chuqi realized that his scheme had been exposed, she was furious and ashamed. Not wanting more people to know, she tried to kill him and his parents. In the end, he was only able to survive because a few refugees hid him.

Although Nangong Chuqi died early, her accomplices are still living openly.

It wasn't for his own sake, but for the sake of these refugees who helped him. Xu Xian knew that if the Nangong family wasn't eliminated, they would never have a good life.

He looked at the people who were fleeing in all directions with a dark gaze. The chosen ones, born noble, are nothing more than this.

These magnificent buildings are stained with the blood and tears of countless ordinary people.

Xu Xian took out a tinderbox from his pocket. Wood and straw had already been placed outside the door, and oil had been poured on them. He placed the tinderbox on it, and with a "whoosh," a flame burst forth. Soon, the crimson flames enveloped everything.

The fire burned for a full day and night, the crimson sky seemingly capable of turning all sins to ashes. Among the hundreds of disciples of the Nangong family, dozens perished in the flames.

Xu Xian had no regrets about killing these people. He could still vaguely see the disheveled state he was in when they chased him, the pain of his parents' deaths, and his hands covered in blood. If there really were eighteen levels of hell, he would rather stay there for all eternity in exchange for these people's eternal damnation.

Shen Yun stood in front of him, her eyes slightly raised, feeling somewhat surprised. She had underestimated this man; he possessed both ability and ruthlessness.

What are your plans for the future?

Xu Xian's eyes were firm, and his tone was more serious than ever before, "From now on, Xu Xian's life belongs to you, sir."

"What if I told you to die?" Shen Yun looked at the charred blackness in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a strange sense of joy.

"Xu Xian's life or death is entirely up to you, sir." After saying this, he drew his sword from his waist, pulled it out of its sheath, and respectfully handed it over.

Shen Yun took the sword, her expression momentarily dazed. Call her ruthless or cruel, or a useless person who discards their tools after they've served their purpose, but her initial thought was indeed to kill Xu Xian in front of everyone after the event.

Firstly, it serves as a warning to the refugees, and secondly, it provides an explanation to the remaining surviving disciples of the Nangong family.

But now, she has changed her mind.

Rather than letting the elders of the Nangong family spend time making a comeback, she would rather create a new Xu family that could rival them.

"After this, I will leave here, and you will be in charge of the rest."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xian abruptly looked up, his eyes still gleaming with disbelief. "Your Excellency means..."

"I am entrusting these things to you. Your responsibilities will no longer be limited to just a few hundred Nangong disciples. Do you understand?"

Baldness

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